She’s still; an interlude in solitude.
Twilight mournful, his voice ghostly distant,
introspection.., meditation imbued,
she sits alone, bitter-sweet existent.
Lamentations she weeps in glissando.
Cacophony! Consciously in discord,
love reminisce, arpeggio tempo,
she sits alone, remembrance, two-edged sword.
Bethought bliss, wedded they waltzed plucking notes,
of musical blues and exotic spiced scents…
their life of love evocative emotes,
she sits alone mingling blessings - repents.
Chrystal-tone melodies, bass-tone longing,
Moonlight Sonata melancholy eyes..
pain and pleasure, her reverie thronging,
she sits alone, his ghostly voice in guise.
Susan Ashley
August 5, 2017
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Best Rhyming Poem July-September 2017
Sponsor: John Hamilton
~ Third Place ~
Contest: She Sits Alone
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Categories:
bethought, bereavement, grief, husband, longing,
Form: Rhyme
Beyond the time I bethought thy ambiguity
With you I aspire the longanimity
Beyond the prophecy there crests thy conceivability
With you I cognize the viability.
Beyond thy persuasion I bechanced your propinquity
With you I behold the emotionality
Beyond the state of elated bliss there prehends thy fidelity
With you I summon the reality.
Beyond the beauty I got hold of your integrity
With you I propel morality
Beyond the smile there hazes over thy timidity
With you the shyness broke to chastity.
Beyond the journey I conformed to serenity
With you I got word that there exist eternality
Beyond the nature there fragrances a virtuality
With you I revered ideality.
Beyond a relation there dilates a compilation of esoteric affinity
With you I got hold thy spirituality
Beyond the secrecy there exists enshrouded duality
With You, me makes us evermore infallibility.
Categories:
bethought, dream, love, relationship, integrity,
Form: Free verse
Upon the jagged rock,
Where cloven hooves did trot.
A maiden clothed in dock,
Thought life was meant for naught.
Adorned in nature's frock,
Awaiting wind's onslaught.
Ticktock, ticktock, the clock
She dreamed of love a lot.
From China to Bangkok,
Wind brought the storms mascot.
He wished, that young warlock.
The devil's charms besought.
Two footprints stomped bedrock
Where, dreams remained bethought.
Beneath the black nighthawk,
The maiden heard gunshot.
The hunter drank cognac.
He passed through a sandlot.
Then, met that old warlock.
Good luck was all he sought.
The devil owned the rock.
The maiden's hope was naught.
The hunter could not talk.
The wind's good luck was wrought.
Within the storms airlock,
Those two with Satan fought.
The hawk began to squawk.
The hunter luck was bought.
Then came the storms windsock.
To waft the dreams besought.
Where love, its coursers walk.
Her wish was finally wrought.
© May 29, 2011
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Jack OUT of the Box
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzy
Categories:
bethought, hope
Form: Ballad
A STAR IS BORN 11 23 08
A star is born in Bethlehem,
The Special On called “The Son Of Man”.
A gift of life from “Father God”
The miracle of love given to all the world.
Mary His mom was amazed by the sight of
The angel who told of such a thing that night.
Joseph her bethought couldn’t believe the news
Of the gift from Father God to Mary would arrive soon.
The Angel from Heaven was sent back to tell
Joseph about the good tidings were God sent and real.
Then off he went to Mary to ask for forgiveness, to stand by here side
So off they did journey for a very long while,
Until Mary told Joseph that the time is soon to come for the birth of their ‘Love Child”.
One last stop before the downing of the sun,
A husband and wife gave them refugee for the birth of their Son.
As time passed on word got around that the coming of “The Messiah”
Was in Bethlehem.
The brightest shinning star glowing high in the sky
Gave all believers to know where to find “The Holy One”,
With on questions, asked why.
Three wise men they did stride, to see “The Son Of Man”
Being the first to arrive, full well knowing that
He is blessed and Heaven sent.
Categories:
bethought, historyson, god, star, angel,
Form: Pastoral